I use the word art loosely.
One of the things I want to do is write a story (we are all meant to have one great novel in us, after all). Over the years I have started to write and then hit a brick wall with my ideas, unable to figure out how to take them any further. Lately, I can’t even focus on how to get started with a story, let alone anything else, and this is currently a source of burning frustration for me.
I know what part of the problem is. I am easily distracted, which straight away doesn’t help. My attention will wander all too easily, and I know this happens but I don’t know what to do about it.
I also find it difficult to focus. My brain is a whirlwind of ideas, none of which will solidify into something that can then be developed. I dare say I am slowly driving myself mad with this.
Finally, I work full-time, and by the time I come home, I don’t have the energy to plow into writing something. From somewhere, I need to find that energy.
The three things I need then are:
- No Distractions
- Greater Focus
- More Energy.
Answers on a postcard please.
As someone who has posted stories on fan fic sites and who wants to somehow squeeze a novel out of himself, I can safely say I loathe plagiarism.
Ok, so I don’t know if I can claim that this next piece of artwork is legendary. That may – just about – be a step too far. Whilst it is no doubt going to be well-regarded in the annals of history, it is not quite to the standard of say, a Leonardo Da Vinci or a Michelangelo.
That said, given this was drawn entirely from memory, I am pretty pleased.
Eleven and a half years ago, a few months after we met, my wife and I booked a weekend in London – a quiet hotel on a November weekend. I had no idea of the surprise she would spring upon me.
Sitting on the corner of the bed, she produced an envelope and gave it to me. When I opened it, I discovered she’d booked tickets, for that evening, to see The Lion King musical at the Lyceum Theatre. This beautiful venue was built in its current form back in 1834, and the history of the site actually dates back to 1765. To attend the Lyceum Theatre is to attend (like with many London theatres) a piece of history.
The Lion King has been showing at the Lyceum since September 1999, and has been seen by over eight million people and made over £289 million. World wide, the musical has made over $6 billion, which is simply staggering.
But what did I think of this award-winning production? Well, it’s no secret that I am a huge Lion King fan (I mean, the Timon pictures should be a clue), and the film is one of my all-time favourites, so the musical was always likely to achieve greatness in my eyes, and it did. The songs are as epic as they are in the film, with new additions and scenes that ‘fill in the gaps’ and provide a little more depth to the story. I freely admit to being tearful whilst watching the show (The Lion King always does that to me), from sheer emotion. This was a breathtaking production, a work of art that was bold enough to strip away the conventions of theatre and expose the workings of the set and props, to revel in the beautiful costumes and puppets instead. It’s amazing how quickly you forget you’re looking at a man manipulating a puppet whilst watching Timon, Pumba and Zazu.
You might be wondering why I am indulging in memories of something I saw all the way back in 2004. The truth is, I’m reminiscing no longer. On Valentines Day my wife sprung another envelope upon me, with three tickets to return to the Lyceum and once again take in the majesty of The Lion King – and this time, we would be introducing our daughter to this amazing spectacle.
Seeing the world through your child’s eyes is a magical experience anyway, but getting to show her first-hand the memories you treasure is an indescribable joy. Like her father before her, my little girl was enchanted by the display of colour and music on the stage, and her enthusiasm for what she saw led to her proclaiming she wants to see it again – as soon as we’d left the theatre!
I need to say thank you to my wife, though it’s too tame an expression to describe the gratitude that I feel. She has given me an experience that ranks among the all-time greatest ones of my life and given that same experience to my daughter. She is a wonderful woman and I hope I can do her justice.
This meerkat is very happy!